A dragon's fiery form bely'd the God: Sublime on radiant spheres he rode, When he to fair Olympia prefs'd, And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fov'reign ofthe world.― The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found; A present deity they fhout around, A prefent deity, the vaulted roofs rebound; The monarch hears, Affects to nod, And feems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet mufician fung: The jolly god in triumph comes; He fhews his honeft face, To give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Drinking joys did first ordain : Drinking is the foldier's pleasure. Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Sooth'd with the found, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madness rife ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And And while he heav'n and earth defy'd Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride, He chofe a mournful mufe Soft pity to infufe: He fung Darius great and good, By too fevere a fate, Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, With not a friend to close his eyes, With downcaft look the joyless victor sate, Softly fweet in Lydian measures, Never ending, ftill beginning, If the world be worth thy winning, Lovely Thais fits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the fkies with loud applaufe ; Who caus'd his care, And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd, Now ftrike the golden lyre again; And louder yet, and yet a louder ftrain, Break his bands of fleep afunder, And rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder, Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has rais'd up his head ; As awak'd from the dead, And amaz'd, he ftares around. See the furies arise, See the fnakes that they rear, How they hifs in the air, And the fparkles that flash from their eyes! Behold a ghaftly band, Each a torch in his hand, Thefe are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were fain, And unbury'd remain Inglorious on the plain; To the valiant crew; Behold Behold how they tofs their torches on high, How they point to the Perfian abodes, And the King feiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to deftroy; To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. Thus, long ago, Could fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft defire. Inventrefs of the vocal frame ; The fweet enthufiaft, from her facred ftore; Enlarg❜d the former narrow bounds, And added length to folemn founds, Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown; He rais'd a mortal to the skies She drew an angel down, CHA P. XXXIV. ON THE DEATH OF MRS. THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH. E nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red Her favʼrite, even in his cage, (What will not hunger's cruel rage?) Affaffin'd by a thief.. Where Rhenus ftrays his vines among, Or only with a whistle blest, Well taught, he all the founds exprefs'd The honours of his ebon poll Were brighter than the fleekeft mole ;- With which Aurora decks the skies, Above, below, in all the house, And Bully's cage supported flood, Well |